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Good reasonably priced hamburgers combined with friendly service in a fun, rock and roll environment make the Cannibal another reason to reconsider Commercial Drive as a food destination. More and more the Drive is outgrowing it's rep as a falafel/dollar slice backwater for decent food. The Cannibal Cafe does burgers and the fixins well and with enthusiasm that is clearly evident in the many burgers I've had here over the last year. Until recently you could order a burger rare or med rare. The food cops put an end to that sadly but the meat is still better than average as it's ground in house. Watch the cooks grill your burger that you build yourself. Fries (yam or regular) are house made and excellent. Plenty of beer on tap (ovverpriced like everywhere else in town). They do have weekly specials though and value must be described fairly as very good. The often loud music is 90's-geared for you nostalgic types out there. YES to the Cannibal:)

Four of us arrived just after 5pm on a recent Saturday night just beating the inevitable throngs that have been making this place a huge success in the hood. Our super bubbly and friendly server greeted us and happily gave us some tips on her favorite tacos on the smallish menu. There were about 5 or 6 variations of tacos to choose from. To start we ordered a plate of nachos. They arrived quickly and the consensus was that they were bloody excellent. They use feta and a smoky creme freshe of sorts that render the dish much better than your average pub version. They get there taco chips from a local Mexican lady who definiitely knows her craft. A good start. Our group ordered a variety of tacos: Albacore tune ( the standout ), pork, beef, ling cod and a few others. Reckon 2 tacos per diner. Everything was good to excellent and it was enjoyable how the service was staggered. The vibe is loud and slightly raucous but friendly and casual. Good cold locally brewed beer flows liberally. Highly recommended!

I have been curious about this tiny resteraunt for some time and had noted the mixed reviews on this site. A friend took me to dinner here a couple weeks back on a Saturday night. The place was half full at 8pm and we opted to sit at the bar to watch the cooks in action in the open kitchen. I commented to my pal that the tempo back there seemed flat and unfocused. Not a lot of passion evident. The owner/waiter was rushing around looking a little stressed out with the large table that had been seated just prior to us. Meanwhile his kitchen staff puttered about in silence One waiter and 3 cooks. Maybe he might reconsider that ratio in the future. He took our drink orders (two blah caesars) and we perused the small menu. Glen opted for the New York Steak served with shoe string potato and a gratinated tomato half ($29). I was starved having been doing yard work all day and chose a very filling looking duck leg confit macaroni ($21). With that we ordered a side of grilled veg($8). As we conversed one of the cooks passed us amis consisting of a slice of cucumber topped with a fishy fish puree. Always a nice touch but the result was bland, uninspired and left an unpleasant aftertaste to boot. Our meals arrived in fairly short order. Glen's steak was perfectly cooked (med rare) despite not being asked what his preference was. A massive pile of shoe string potatoes accompanied his steak. The portion was generous to say the least; almost to the point of excess. Good value. My meal wasn't so successful. The pasta was gummy and bland. A large leg of duck was entombed within the pile of cheesy mac. The dish was incredibly rich to the point of rapidly becoming cloying. At the 1/4 mark I was all in. The confit duck was not heated through and was not appetizing at all once the oil began to separate from it and the cheese sauce. The grilled veg was decent and good bang for the buck.
We had a couple more beer each and with tip the bill was around $120. We were both bloated and in good spirits. He liked his steak. I disliked my pasta. I hate to gripe but am not inclined to return when there are so many great places to go within a few blocks of this little joint.

I can handle slow service if the food that is finally served is tasty and good value. Sweet Tooth's Thai food was very slow to arrive and quite disappointing in both value and flavor. The place is predominantly a hole in the wall to grab a coffee and muffin but they do prominently advertise Thai specialties on a board out front. I believe the owner is Thai so I was expecting quite a lot better food than what my gf and I received here last week. The pad thai was ghostly bland and rather skimpy for $8. The basil chicken was poor value at $13 (again small portion) and though better executed than the noodles, was still much less tasty than I have had many times in Vancouver. The server was friendly but the kitchen seemed poorly organised taking near 30 mins to get the food out during a quiet week day lunch. Wanted to like it but it failed to charm. Wont be back.

I cannot recall enjoying an evening of fine Japanese food as much as I did on as recent Tuesday evening. The space once occupied by Clove is tiny but cozy. There was a short wait for a table as the resteraunt was bustling around the 8pm mark when we arrived. A smiling hostess/server seated us and we looked over the fairly expansive menu and daily/fresh sheet. There was a chalk board out front listing 3 or 4 specials as well though our new-to-Canada server neglected to mention this. Her cheerfulness and real attempts to converse despite a rather limited grasp of English made it easy to overlook. We ordered gomae(blanched spinach/sesame paste) and agidashi (fried, spicy firm tofu) to start. Both were good, particularily the agidashi which was accompanied by a delish, sweet and tangy sauce which complimented the crisp exterior and soft, pillowy interior of the tofu very well. Good start. Next came the Green Eyed Roll. This riff on the ubiquitous Cali Roll was made steller by the addition of a mango puree naped over the top and a band of cucumber encircling each piece. No need for soy or wasabi for me. The rice was perfectly seasoned and the crab mix was bang on. By adding the essential tanginess of the mango and the crisp texture of the cucumber the chef/owner made this dish pop. We both thoroughly enjoyed this roll and would order it again in a heart beat. The very well-informed caucasion young woman server highly praised the marinated black cod served with sweet potato puree. We followed her advice and were happy we did. Initially we were slightly put off at the rather small portion for $12 and change but after diving into the slightly sweet, charred flesh of the cod filet we agreed that the small quantity quibble was outweighed by the precise and professional treatment that the chef gave to this dish.In other words, it rocked. The puree itself was noteworthy for its peculiar richness. I am certain he didnt use cream to attain it. Finally and again and the behest of our second server (they work as a team for the casual, pleasant service) we chose a sushi item that is apparently a very popular choice. The cooked sockeye salmon is set atop the rice and rich sauce, then using the blow torch, the chef caramelizes the fish lending it a subtle sweetness that ratcheted the flavor quotient to near orgasmic levels. The same effect was used on the aforementioned cod dish. At this point we could eat no more though we were almost game to try another roll so impressed were we to this point with everything we'd tried.

As previous reviewers have alluded to, Kishimoto charges a little more than your average Vancouver sushi trap. This only makes sense as the food was expertly handled and cooked. Everything tasted fresh and was served with an artist's eye for presentation. The Green Eye Roll was almost too beautiful to consume. The chef and his team are Japanese trained and it would appear passionate and determined to produce exceptional Japanese food in a town busting at the gills with the banal. The food plus a large warm saki and two import beer including tax/tip was $85.

This review is based on 4 visits. I have a 4 yr old son and probably otherwise wouldnt bother with this chain resteraunt except for the fact that they have a rep for dealing well with young children. The obnoxious and cheesey ads on tv have made me groan in the past wondering what kind of culinary retard would expect authentic pad thai or spaghetti and meatballs at a Whitespot. Nevertheless, the chain does have a respectable rep vis a vis classic diner fare not to mention the famous Pirate Pack for the squirts amongst us. The kid likes the chicken fingers and fries they offer so I returned a few times as stated. As for adult fare, I have to wonder what motivates folks to return for this over priced, uninspired fare. The burger I ordered was cold and dry. The fries were soggy and bland. The Sante Fe salad featured a dried-out segment of a chicken breast nestled on a very average salad. For $12.99 I expected much more. A shrimp sandwhich was ok but again, the lame fries. I tried another burger on a recent visit and was again confused as to why this fossil of a resteraunt garners raves for their "legendary" take on the ubiquitous classic. What makes me shake my head even more are those stupid ads with the dorky bald headed corporate chef grinning like an ass over some tired cliche dish like he's created something interesting and tasty. If White Spot concentrated on "classics" and did them well I would be a fan. But they seem to be lost, trying to be a cross between Earls and ABC. The service is good but its lost on such boring and insipid fare. My son doesnt seem to mind the dull food so maybe I'll return. But I'll just have coffee

My gf and I ordered from Pizza Garden a couple months ago and had a terrible experience. From the get go, there was confusion. The dude taking orders over the phone struggles with English and I had to repeat my order several times before he understood. No big thing. He said the porscuitto and mushroom pie will be 40 mins. Ok, great. An hour and ten mins later I called the guy back and informed him that we were still sans pizza. He says to me that there was some kind of mix up and that the delivery man would arrive any minute. A full 20 mins later we are still tapping our feet and clock-watching. I call back and apparently the mook cant find my place. I live a mile from the joint on a main street. Just then he arrives with a stone cold pizza. I pay the guy but promptly phone Pizza Garden and tell them that this is so far passed acceptable that I would never give them business again. He is very apologetic and says that he will knock 50% off my next order. Ok, fine. I eat the cold pizza noting that it was actually quite tasty despite the fact. Last week I ordered from them again. And yes, the man remembers his promise. A short 40 mins later, a friendly pizza delvery guy has my steaming hot extra large pizza. Half price for an excellent pizza. The crust is chewy, slightly elastic. The toppings fresh and authentic. I tend to think that this might be the closest thing on the Drive to a "real"l slice of pizza (besides Marcello/Lombardos). They will get my delivery pizza dollars in the future.

Perhaps its an exaggeration to refer to Szechuan Chong Quing as venerable but they have been cranking out decent northern Chinese fare for almost a generation now. Its generally a busy place too. Yesterday's lunch sevice definitely was. The large, brightly lit room was full but a short 10 minute wait saw me and Pretty Lady sat and fussing over our laminated menues. If you're on a budget look for the menu with the pictures of the specials printed on it. There's about 8 regular and veggie selctions. Each dish costs $8.45 which includes rice and hot and sour soup. For an extra buck you can ad a spring roll. We opted for spicy fried fish creation and an order of chicken with garlic, sour and spicy sauce. The very average rolls arrived in a few short minutes... thankfully straight from the deep fryer. Enjoyable though, since they were crispy and very hot. The soup came quickly on the heels of the spring rolls. I've outgrown my love of this sort of soup but every once in a while a bowl of glistening hot and sour is kind of fun. It was tasty enough. The brisk pace continued and very soon our lunch specials arrived as a goopy looking, orange mound of deep fried (possibly Bassa) white fish was plonked down. We took little time diving into the cornstarch infused dish. Slightly sweet, slightly sour and just spicy enough. I nodded my head in approval as Pretty Lady chomped happily away. The chicken order arrived next- small cubes of meat sauted with tons of garlic and tossed in a familiar tasting szechuan sauce served on piping hot, very bright green spinach. Another thumbs up. Service throughout is typical of what you might expect at a simialr Chinese resteraunt. I would describe it as...um, to the point. I wont even bother describing the interior beyond saying it's yawn-inducing and sort of grubby. The orange fish in the big tank at the entrance of the joint is easily disgruntled and territorial. I was sort of psyching it out as we waited for our table. The bill came to 25 bucks with tip and taxes in. There was enough leftovers for another full meal. Szechuan Chong Quing is on my radar again.

A short review here. I was at my buddy's auto shop in N Bby and we decided to order a couple large pies from this local joint. Mid week the the 2 pizzas took almost an hour to arrive. Boring, uninspired and generic is are terms that come to mind. We ate it but only because we were starved. There was nothing interesting or particularily tasty about the pizza that would make me recommend this place. Pizza like this fills the void but that's it. Period.

Place like the iconic Tomahawk Resteraunt have become a rare bird in Greater Vancouver. Very few of the dozens of charming, offbeat independent resteraunts remain in a city that continues to morph at an alarming rate. For every joint like this one there's 30 ABC or Pantry franchises cranking out uninspired food in a charmless setting. So I really wanted to love this place, having a soft spot for the "good ol' days". This weekday morning the cafe was about half full. Its a cozy/cramped sort of room with all kinds of bric-a-brac hanging from the rafters and 50's/60's era Native "art" on the walls. Fun is a term that springs to mind. My 4 year old son seemed to enjoy the setting and the crayons and paper place mats to color as well. Problem one: Our server was overworked and couldnt give us more than cursory attention. Not bad service per se but as the saying goes: Personality goes a long way. Note to management. Problem two: Breakfast for two ( my son ate of my plate) came to $40. A couple plates of bacon/egg/pancake combos, 2 coffee and 1 apple juice is what we had. Not tons of food. Problem three: the food itself wasnt very good. Factor in the price and its a rip off, plain and simple. For heaven's sake, dont serve frozen, pebble-like hashbrowns to people when its so easy to produce fresh. Nothing here looked like it was cooked with love. Very, very average breakfast all things considered. Problem five: Our meals took near 30 minutes to get to our table. I can only assume the kitchen is understaffed as is the front of the house. Note to management: Clean up the grungey make-a-wish pond adjacent to the cash guy. There's a HUGE drowned wolf spider sprawled at the bottom of the pool. Middle Aged Ponytail Guy who works the cash register at the door seemed about as engaged in guest's experience as the wood totem poles out front. We had fun but agreed it was hardly worth a return trip and will not recommend this relic to my hungry friends. Sad really.

A serious case of the munchies set in as me and my woman were ambling through Gastown. The lightbulb went on and we found ourselves in the doorway of Meat and Bread. When it first opened a year or so back I found the buzz a little too much and vowed to try one of their vaunted porchetta sandwiches once the hullabaloo tailed off. At a hefty $9 (incl tax) per smallish sandwich, the folks at Meat and Bread bank on customers recognizing quality ingredients and rich flavors over sheer volume. Simplicity is the key here. You've got your excellent bread, well-prepared freshly roasted porchetta, a delish herb condiment and the secret weapon: crackling. Crackling is the crispy pork skin from the porchetta roast. My gf had the special. The filling for her sandwich was a rich braised lamb served with watercress and zucchini (sauted) and a aoli of some sort I think. Sounds a bit odd but the couple of bites I managed to beg were dynamite. The consensus was a resounding, f*** yeah. A gripe might be that the portion is slightly small. However, I was full and I'm 190lbs. I might be quibbling here but perhaps they proprieters might consider upping the seasoning just a tad. Still, top shelf lunch nosh. Shall return. The meatball version looks fine...

Little by little, this eclectic and rough around the edges stretch of Hastings Street is beginning to blossom. Camapagnolo Roma is the newest addition to my neighbourhood and it will be interesting to see how the working class folks in the area respond to the slightly upscale pizza and pasta joint.

Three of us popped in for a weekday late lunch recently. We sat outside on the small patio located a few feet off the blacktop parking lot the resteraunts shares with a drycleaning business. The white table cloths and linen napkins stood in stark contrast to the litter-strewn, scrubby grass nearby. A couple of tough looking prostitutes ambled by as we perused the small menu. The somewhat shabby location only makes the efforts made by the owners standout all the more though. They've done a marvelous job in renovating the shambolic former Carribbean(?) pizza joint into a classy little gem of a space.

As said, the menu is small. There's a few salads, a few pastas and a few pizzas. They run a couple of pizza/pasta specials and that's it. Which is totally fine if they nail each item. They mostly did on this day. We werent starved so we decided to try one dish from each of the sections. Our octopus salad was good, though the celaphod was on the chewy side and I've had tastier. Still, it went nicely with the croutons and the dressing on the greens was refreshing on this sunny afternoon. Mom enjoyed her glass of Italian red, resonably priced at $6.5. My Russell lager was ice cold and delish. Next came the canneloni stuffed with pork and swiss chard. It was delectible. Rich, creamy and dense. Perfect to share but I wouldnt want to tackle a plate of it solo. All agreed it was a winner. Finally our classic Margurita pizza arrived. Gorgeous in it's simplicity and as tasty as it looked. We crushed it in a few short minutes. They serve the pizza with a side of very tasty, spicy paste made from, I believe, anise or fennel. It really amped the pizza up. Yum.

Service from out pretty English server was prompt and efficient. The pacing of the 3 courses was bang-on.

Overall, it was a good outing. I really hope this hole-in-the-wall makes it because decent Italian food is strangely difficult to find in East Van. At any rate, Hastings-Sunrise is on it's way with at least a half dozen decent resteraunts. Camapgnolo Roma is the latest entry.

Popped in for lunch on a recent sunny Sunday with a couple of friends. The place was full and had to wait a few minutes to be seated. Took the opportunity to admire the considerable reno that's occurred in this historic building. Heritage enthusiasts will appreciate the exposed brick and timber. Kitch lovers will like the large, hand-painted signs that hang above the long counter. The lines are clean and tasteful and the room has a fun, energetic vibe. Once seated I looked over the smallish menu that, as expected, covers the basic diner touchstones. Nothing imaginative here. Its a coffee shop not a trendy cafe. The first thing I noticed were the downright CHEAP prices. I'm talking circa 1990 or something. A burger and fries for $6?? Its true I tell you. My two friends each ordered a burger wondering aloud how good can a $6 burger be? Not being very hungry and feeling vitamin deprived, I opted for a roast chicken salad ($7). Good diner coffee (Seattle's Best) was plonked down and refilled often. Smiles were genuine. The food arrived in short order. Portions are reasonable and the food looked appetizing enough. The burgers turned out to be quite acceptable if not scrumptious. No complaints for that price mind you. Fries dont appear to be house made but they were hot and tasty nonetheless. My salad was rather drab. Underdressed and uninspired really. But again, fresh and acceptable. A nice sear on the chicken would improve the texture and taste. A tweak of their house dressing wouldnt hurt either. This place will do fine.... Its cool and its needed in this fascinating block of Hastings street

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. My second visit to Pho Le Do was prompted by the fact that Bao Chao was mobbed out this particular noon hour and I was craving a steaming bowl of pho. My first visit to Le Do was disappointing and I shouldnt have bothered returning. The place is drab even for a pho joint. The service was curt and offered without any warmth and definitely no smile. My salad roll was ok although I dont care for the processed Viet-style processed meat that they include in their version. The pho was rude though. The scant portion of meat that was included in my soup was fatty, poor quality stuff that I mostly fished out of the broth as I steadily lost my appetite. The broth itself is among the least tasty phos I've had. No big deal. An minor investment afterall. But in the future when I crave the salty msg-infused guilty pleasure that is pho, I will push east a few more blocks and wait in line if I must.

Finally made it into Deacon's today. Sat up at the counter and scanned the laminated menu, noting that predictably, the menu is limited but covers most of the greasy spoon bases. Nothing fancy here. The real question is: Do they do what they do well? I reckon the humble hamburger is a good barometer of a diner's spoon's ability to produce simple, tasty fare. I ordered the hamburger unadorned. Service from the brunette woman (with stunning eyes) was friendly and efficient. Coffee was decent and topped-up without request. Elvis crooned away in the background as I took in the open, brightly lit room. The focus seems to be on the food and not trying to recreate too much of a kitchy American diner vibe in a space that for years housed a dreary cafe used mainly by city staff from the floors above. My burger arrived in short order and I was pleased with what I saw. It had the non-institutional, homemade appearance of a a good diner burger and it was nestled beside an large portion of housemade, pepper-speckled fries. I noted upon biting into the burger patty that they are using a pork and beef mixture. Makes for a juicy burger although the considerable pork flavor might not be to everyon's taste. I thought the burger and the fries were both very good. I noted some fine looking cobb salads go by as I munched away. Platter-sized plates of greens with all sorts of goodies piled on top. All in all a good exprience that will have me return. Breakfast options seem considerable and take up the whole opposite side of the menu. Burger w/ fries and coffee added up to 12 bucks.

Eaten here a couple of times and would do so again. I actually like the offbeat location near the North Van dump, nestled amongst industrial businesses. Nobody I mention the place to knows it exists. It would be easy to drive right past the joint and miss it if you werent actually looking for it. Solid pub-style food is what you can expect here. Its slightly better than what you might expect at your average lower mainland watering hole. Both times I have been there staff has hyped the wings. Both times I ordered them and found them to be fine but not worth mentioning as "really good" by staff. A Toasted pastrami and side salad for ten bucks was decent if not outstanding as well. A nearby table was served a calimari that definitely caught my eye as it appeared to be housemade. There's daily/nightly specials hovering around the $10 mark and apparently they do some fresh fish specials as supplies allow. Not a bad place to grab a quick lunch or an evening meal that wont bust your budget or have you waiting in line to be seated.

This Hastings-Sunrise Chinese resteraunt is packed for weekend dim sum. I live in this hood and have noted the crowds of mainly Asian families lined up to fill their bellies. Took my mom and sister along to see what all the fuss was about and after a 10 minute wait a table came available. Not being particularily experienced in dining out in Asian resteraunts, my mom gaped at the size of the room filled with happy looking diners scarfing down interesting looking small plates and baskets of snacks. I would estimate the room seats 100-125 patrons. Its loud and slightly chaotic; typical of what most of us who eat dim sum have come to love in Vancouver. At our table we looked over a card that lists the 30 or 40 items available. You mark the box next to the menu item then hand it to one of the servers patrolling the resteraunt. Very quickly and in rapid succession the treats arrived. We opted for some tried and true dim sum classics (chao siu bao, siu mai etc) and a couple other things that caught our eye. An order of gai lan in garlic sauce was a nice counter-point to the meat and pork that make up most of the fillings in the dumplings we had. It was fun to see mom fumble with chopsticks until finally waving down a waiter for a fork. Her 70 year old pallet was up for the odd "gelatinous" textures but she was shaking her head at the amount of food that kept on coming. One caveat for dim sum newbies: Order conservatively initially then get more if you're still hungry. Our bill was $48 after tax and before tip. There was too much food so we carted the left-overs away. The food was simple, fresh and good value. Service was efficient and definitely no-frills. I would recommend Dung Sing Chin for your dim sum fix

I must have eaten at the On Lok a hundred times in the past 25 years. I return time and time again not because the Hong Kong diner food is particularily good since a lot of it isn't. My repeat visits are prompted by the knowledge that there are a few decent menu items amongst the questionable ones. Service is prompt, no-nonsense and on occasion cheerful. The prices are creeping up like everywhere else but its still pretty darn cheap for the substancial portions they serve.

Here's a few of the dishes that I've found pleasing-

1/ The #10 curried beef brisket noodle in soup. Its the perfect winter comfort soup. Big chunks of simmered beef in a tasty curry broth with a mound of dense, yellow egg noodles and boiled potatoes. Trust me, its excellent.

2/ I really like their tan tan noodles. The broth is creamy and peanutty tasting. Its like 4 bucks and it fill me up. I could eat that stuff all week long.

3/ Decent won ton soup. I have it here so many times that when I try it elsewhere it tastes weird to me. Again, cheap and filling for a few bucks.

4/ Beef and broccoli. Fresh, piping hot and tasty. Great for a hangover to replace leeched out vitamins;)

On Lok has its loyal customers many of whom are not Chinese. I've heard it disparaged as being a resteraunt for white people who dont know what "good" Chinese food is. I'd argue that if you order well you'll get a decent meal for surprisingly few dollars. Its open late so its perfect if you're needing something to soak up the booze. An Hastings-Sunrise institution and for me...All roads lead to the On Lok!

Hopelessly inept and amatuer service combined with substandard "Indian" fare made this my first and last visit to Bombay Bhel. The high decibel level in the back area of the cavern-like resteraunt made dining here feel almost like a food court in busy mall though there were only a few tables occupied. The food wasnt a whole lot better than one might receive in a food court either. The 5 of us were seated in a timely fashion but it took our young, befuddled server more than 10 minutes to get menus to us. He was slow to get us water, forgot an order of coffee then brought a pot of tepid tea with one mug though two of us ordered tea. It became somewhat comical as he floundered from kitchen to his two tables then back again, a bewildered look on his visage. We ordered an appetizer platter with samosas and pakoras that was instantly forgettable. It took more than 25 minutes to arrive at our table. All the items on the plate were luke warm. Service picked up slightly as he noted my furrowed brow (lol) and soon after our main course of a mixed tandoori platter, rice and naan with an additional dish of butter chicken was set before us. The food was at best barely passable. They can't seem to get food to the customer hot. The tandoori platter consisted of chicken, fish and lamb. Nothing here to make anyone elicit much comment to the good or bad. Tired is a term that springs to mind. Fussier, more demanding customers would certainly have complained by this point. But it was Mother's Day and we're a pretty easy going bunch. Has to be said though- Given the plethora of fine Indian resteraunts in Vancouver this level of cooking just doesnt cut the chutney. The best item of the entire lunch was the naan. reasonably well. But Bomaby Bhel is not worthy of a return visit and I cant recommend it.

There's better coffee to be had on The Drive without question. Abruzzo coffee is sort of bland but its served briskly and piping hot. A no-nonsense, old fashioned coffee bar abuzz with soccer-mania most weekends. Much of the loyal clientle are Italians and Latin Americans. Service is professional and pleasant. Genuine is a word that springs to mind. Faces are glued to the tv screens whenever a game is beamed in from Europe or South America. The chairs and tables on the sidewalk get brilliant morning sun and it's a fine spot to sip your molten brew whilst taking in the street's colorful vibe. Lots of smokers occupy these seats though. If you're sensitive to that sort of thing you might get pissed off. Doesnt seem to be much enforcement of city by-laws. My favorite thing about this joint is their quality pizza. Only two choices to be had- A veggie and a pepperoni. The slices are simple but quite authentic and quite the opposite of the flaccid, sesame seed-adorned slabs ubiquitous on Commercial Drive and around the city in general. The crust is thin and chewy and garnished just right as not to make the slice soggy. The tomato sauce isnt sweet and cloying like your typical pizza slice dispencery. An americano and a slice will set you back a fiver. A Drive institution.